too early

I woke up this morning before three a.m.  In the distance of night I could hear faint echos of a dog barking, the noises of a bug (cicada?), an owl hooting.

With the drop in temperatures, the windows are all open and the cooled air feels much more like fall than it does the last weeks of July.

When the air is so cool, and the world outside is so green, it is hard to have the panic one normally feels at being wide awake in the middle of the night -- (there's work tomorrow, I will be exhausted, why can't I go back to sleep?).  I lay there, identifying the small noises of the night, content at living in such a gentle night, oblivious to others in this planet who are in hotter climes, or living in more perilous areas than the townlet.